Sunday 25 August 2013

Shield



Flee towards severe dictation,
Craving lust from a blood bath vacation,
The armor shields the silent formation,
Finding faith in a wicked disposition.

Freedom stains the sight of profit,
Redeeming the value of paper instead of blood,
Unity is not a false prophet,
Saving love from the violent flood.

We woke up from the fight,
Believing the war was way far done,
Yet we hear the sigh,
From nations living under a loaded gun.



poem from mervyn richard


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